confusion.

March 15, 2016

“confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.” // h. miller

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was cold, then not, humid, then not; heating is being forced on high, and i’m feeling like i’ve been wrapped in cling film and forced to sit in a car wash.

to make it plain – i have no idea what i’m meant to wear. too cold yet for spring, too warm already for winter wools, i’m making a case for layers, a million millefeuilles that i’m able to peel off and put back on whenever the need strikes.

march you’ve become confused, a temperamental little bitch and you’ve begun to drive me up my very own sweaty walls.